Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
June Days,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.